Chapter 199: Swinging
He continuously dodged the old man's attacks, refusing to meet them head-on.
BAM!
The old man's speed was incredible. In an instant, he was right in front of Lin Feng, swiping a vicious claw at him that sent tremors through the air.
Lin Feng's pupils contracted. He knew this attack would be difficult to evade.
In a desperate move, he leaned his body to the right, narrowly avoiding the blow.
Even so, the old man's five fingers still raked several bloody gashes across his abdomen. Blood gushed out, staining his clothes red.
A cruel smirk spread across the old man's lips. "Haha, you little brat! Watch me kill you!"
As he spoke, the old man shot toward Lin Feng like a gust of wind. He attacked with both claws, launching a frenzied assault.
Every strike was accompanied by a whistling sound.
'This old bastard really is strong,' Lin Feng thought.
His expression grave, Lin Feng kept dodging while trying to think of a counter-strategy.
BAM!
Finally, the old man landed a heavy blow on Lin Feng's back, sending him flying and crashing to the ground.
Lin Feng struggled to his feet, looking utterly battered.
"Hmph. Let's see you run this time."
The old man snorted coldly and charged Lin Feng like a bolt of lightning. His speed was at its peak, and he appeared before Lin Feng in the blink of an eye.
He reached out, his five fingers spread wide as he lunged for Lin Feng's neck, intending to capture him.
Lin Feng's expression was as cold as ice. He took a deep breath and seized the opportunity. Instead of retreating, he exploded into motion, swinging his fists fiercely, each one slamming into the old man's chest.
BAM!
The old man crossed his arms in front of his chest to block Lin Feng's attack.
Lin Feng's eyes glinted with cold indifference as his fists rained down like a violent storm.
The old man stumbled back continuously, his face a mask of utter shock. He never imagined that a momentary lapse—a failure to retract his power in time—would give Lin Feng such an opportunity.
Even he found this terrifying barrage of attacks incredibly difficult to handle.
The old man roared, shoving his hands forward and unleashing a vast, majestic force.
Lin Feng used his fists to resist, using the force of the old man's push to retreat rapidly.
THUD!
Lin Feng's body slammed into a tree trunk. Leaves fluttered down, rustling as they fell.
"*Cough, cough.*"
Lin Feng coughed violently a few times, his face flushing red. It was clear that operating his Cultivation Technique at such a high intensity was causing him a degree of backlash.
But Lin Feng didn't hesitate. He stood up straight and began to close in on the old man again.
The old man's eyelid twitched. A very bad feeling welled up inside him.
He took two steps back, his expression wavering. He didn't know why Lin Feng had suddenly seemed to become a different person. He thought he had the upper hand, but that was clearly not the case.
'Just how in the world did this kid train his body!'
'A mere Mid Stage of Innate Martial Artist withstanding several of my moves without being defeated? Are young Ancient Martial Artists these days really this capable?!'
A tempest raged in the old man's heart, but soon, a savage look appeared on his face. 'If this kid is so troublesome, then I have to kill him completely and give him no chance to turn the tables!'
The old man gritted his teeth and clenched his fists. The bones throughout his body began to make a CRACKLING sound.
He let out a low growl and charged at Lin Feng like a wild bull. His knees were bent, gathering power. The moment his legs launched, it would surely be a strike with the force of a thunderbolt.
BANG!
Seeing the old man rush over, Lin Feng didn't dodge either. Stomping his feet hard, he met the charge head-on, swinging his fists directly at the old man's knees.
The old man's legs bent and then sprang outward like a spring as he crossed his arms to block.
BANG!
Lin Feng's fists hammered relentlessly against the old man's arms, turning them bright red. Faintly, blood began to seep from the skin.
The old man grunted as his body was sent flying backward.
The old man's physical body was tough, but he was injured nonetheless. Lin Feng pressed his advantage. He stomped his foot, his body instantly closing the distance to launch another deadly attack.
The old man's face paled slightly. His earlier disdain had vanished completely, replaced by a fury born of humiliation. He was actually being suppressed and thrown into such a sorry state by a kid whose realm was weaker than his own!
'If word of this got out, where would he ever show his face again!'
He roared, leaping into the air and thrusting out his fists like a flood dragon emerging from the sea, his power immense.
BAM!
A heavy blow hammered into Lin Feng's shoulder, and wisps of green smoke rose from the point of impact. His face went pale, and he staggered back involuntarily before falling to one knee, a trickle of scarlet blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
The old man stabilized himself. He looked at Lin Feng and said mockingly, "Trying to play games with me, little brat? You're still too green!"
"Go to hell, little brat!"
The old man shrieked, his body sweeping toward Lin Feng like a whirlwind.
The old man's legs went rigid as he leaped high into the air. His iron-like claws, glinting with a cold light, shot toward Lin Feng, spreading a thick, bloody stench.
Lin Feng's expression was impassive. He showed no fear. He clenched his fists as a sharp battle intent erupted from his body.
His gaze filled with a resolute light. He thrust his fists out to meet the old man's attack, colliding violently with his claws.
BOOM!
The collision created an explosive sound that echoed in all directions, sending out a turbulent blast of wind.
Lin Feng's arms trembled, and his body was thrown backward uncontrollably. More blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
The old man wasn't in much better shape. His feet left the ground as he skidded back more than three meters before he managed to halt his retreat. A trickle of blood now hung from the corner of his mouth as well.
'What the hell is with this kid!'
The old man's eyes were wide with shock. Just now, Lin Feng had been at a disadvantage, yet he hadn't suffered any major injuries. In fact, it was he who couldn't seem to withstand the direct clash.
And most importantly, he had just used his full strength, yet he still couldn't do anything to Lin Feng.
A sharp light burst from Lin Feng's eyes. He wiped the blood from his mouth, his gaze fixed icily on the old man as he slowly rose from the ground.
The old man's heart skipped a beat. 'I clearly wounded him badly, yet he can still stand up?'
"Kid, stop trying to act tough. You are fated to die by my hand today," the old man said, narrowing his eyes at Lin Feng. A cruel light shone within them.
SWOOSH!
Lin Feng's figure blurred as he rushed toward the old man, his fists descending like a meteor chasing the moon.
"You little beast! You're courting death!"
The old man flew into a rage. A vicious glint shone in his eyes as an overwhelming killing intent rose from his body. He charged at Lin Feng, looking hell-bent on putting him to death.